Tall, Dark and Charming, an all-new sexy standalone from Erika Wilde, is now LIVE!

Aiden Stone loves life as a bachelor and has no intentions of settling down anytime soon. He has a great job and a career he enjoys, and women adore him . . . except for Daisy Parker, who doesn't seem fazed by his flirtatious attempts or the sexy smile that normally has panties dropping to the floor. She's a tougher nut to crack, but the fact that she seems immune to his charm only fascinates him more . . . until one hot unexpected encounter with her blows his mind and gives them both more than just a night of pleasure. Because Daisy is now his baby momma, and his life is about to change in ways he'd never anticipated.

Excerpt

"Enough about work. I say we move on to other pleasures," Aiden said with a flirtatious gleam in his eyes. "What'll you have to drink? Your normal white wine spritzer?" Yep, she really was totally predictable and boring, because that was always her go-to drink during their monthly mixers with clients, or when some of their co-workers went out after work for a cocktail, and he'd obviously noticed her light-weight choice. Her limit was always one, and she was usually the first to leave those social gatherings, citing an early morning. Predictable and boring had been her life for the past three years because it was a safe place to be, but tonight, being in a different city and away from her normal routine and weighty expectations prompted her to be daring. "I think I'll have a Moscow mule," she said, stepping completely outside of her square little box. He arched a dark brow, the amusement in his eyes warm and playful. "Wow, walking on the wild side tonight, huh?" She laughed, the sound huskier than she'd intended. "Sure. Why not." "Why not, indeed," he murmured, looking at her as if he was seeing someone other than the reserved woman he'd worked with the past three years before motioning to the bartender. "What can I get you two?" the older gentleman asked as he set a small square napkin on the counter in front of each of them. "Two Moscow mules," Aiden said, surprising Daisy by ordering one for himself. "You like them, too?" she asked once the bartender left them to make their drinks. With a mixture of vodka, spicy ginger beer, and lime juice, it was usually an acquired taste. "Never had one," he admitted, flashing her a dimpled grin that caused a warm tickle in her belly. "But if you're taking a walk on the wild side tonight, then I'm joining you." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm such a rebel," she scoffed, then shook her head at that absurd notion and laughed. "Okay, let's be real. I'm so not rebellious." "I know, which is why I'm not letting you indulge alone," he teased, leaning his forearm on the countertop. "You know what they say . . . friends don't let friends get drunk alone." Her lips quirked at his explanation. "Umm, can't say I've ever heard that quote before." "Just go with it, Daisy," he encouraged, swiveling his chair so that his body was turned toward her, though she remained sitting straight because if she did rotate her seat his way, his legs would end up bracketing hers. "Besides, I don't want to be the responsible sober one if you do something crazy, like dance on one of the tabletops. I want to watch and cheer you on." Her cheeks warmed at the notion of doing something so impulsive, but mostly at the thought of Aiden encouraging her brazen behavior and having his eyes on her while she shimmied her body and tempted him to end her three year dry spell. Yeah, as if that would ever happen. Judging by the beautiful, sophisticated, svelte women she'd seen him with, she was so not his type.